“No, to Europe just for a few weeks. I sail to-morrow morning from Baltimore. All we have to do is to catch the ferry and train. I have sleeper-tickets—and berth and all——”
“I’ll—I’ll go across on the ferry with you,” he said huskily.
She felt his suffering by her own, and said:
“My old master is there. I am to meet him—I think in Paris—I shall know when I reach London. There is to be just a few private concerts and some lessons further from him. For two years we’ve planned to do this. I go to Baltimore, because it is cheaper to sail from there——”
“And you’ll be back—when?”
“By the first of March—just a few days over three months——”
He was silent for a time, and then asked: “Do you think this is just like a chance meeting to me—as one meets an old friend in New York?”
“No.”
“I was in a whirl when I saw you,” he said desperately. “It was such a pretty thing, too—the way I happened to come to the theatre ... and now you’re going away——”
“Yes—yes—but it’s only a little while——”